The Works of Lord Byron: In Verse and Prose. Including His Letters, Journals, Etc., with a Sketch of His LifeSilas Andrus & son, 1853 - 946 sider |
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... glad to see him - he can only quotes two lines from different poerns , in support of This plan ( which he never put in practice ) had been talked of by aim before he left Southwell - Moore . • See postscript to the English Bards and ...
... glad to see him - he can only quotes two lines from different poerns , in support of This plan ( which he never put in practice ) had been talked of by aim before he left Southwell - Moore . • See postscript to the English Bards and ...
Side 10
... glad to see you here ; but the house tell him I have to regret Sydney , who has perished , I " If you see Bold Webster , remember me to him , and " You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so much ...
... glad to see you here ; but the house tell him I have to regret Sydney , who has perished , I " If you see Bold Webster , remember me to him , and " You have seen the Edinburgh Review , of course . I regret that Mrs. Byron is so much ...
Side 11
... glad to see you ; at present it would be improper , and body sublimely saith . On this day arrives an epistle , uncomfortable to both parties . You can hardly object signed *** , containing not the smallest reference to to my rendering ...
... glad to see you ; at present it would be improper , and body sublimely saith . On this day arrives an epistle , uncomfortable to both parties . You can hardly object signed *** , containing not the smallest reference to to my rendering ...
Side 12
... glad to hear you like Cambridge : firstly , because to know that you are happy is pleasant to one who wishes you all possible sublunary enjoyment ; and , secondly , I admire the morality of the sentiment . Alma Mater was to me injusta ...
... glad to hear you like Cambridge : firstly , because to know that you are happy is pleasant to one who wishes you all possible sublunary enjoyment ; and , secondly , I admire the morality of the sentiment . Alma Mater was to me injusta ...
Side 13
... glad to see you when convenient or agreeable . Hobhouse is on his way up to town , full of printing resolution , and proof against criticism . " Believe me , with great sincerity , yours truly , " BYRON . " LETTER XLI . 10 MR . WILLIAM ...
... glad to see you when convenient or agreeable . Hobhouse is on his way up to town , full of printing resolution , and proof against criticism . " Believe me , with great sincerity , yours truly , " BYRON . " LETTER XLI . 10 MR . WILLIAM ...
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Side 23 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 37 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more...
Side 22 - Clear, placid Leman ! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction : once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Side 23 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most ; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
Side 18 - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe, And burning with high hope, shall moulder, cold and low.
Side 16 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me ; and on high The winds lift up their voices : I depart, Whither I know not ; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Side 22 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion? should I not contemn All objects, if compared with these?
Side 23 - A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Side 15 - tis haunted, holy ground, No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon: Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Side 20 - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise ; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage-bowers.